[hp] Dragon Training

The death of Barty Crouch is undoubtedly a very big event, and the Chief Secretary died in Hogwarts, and it was still during the Triwizard Tournament.This is really too sensitive news, so Dumbledore immediately sent several witnesses to the principal's office to have a deep talk after learning about it. cause panic.

Fortunately, because of Fletta's weird index death spell, he stayed away from the professors and classmates who were in class, so not many people saw Barty Crouch's body.Fletta and Miss Catherine Emile were not among the people Dumbledore invited to talk, because they were still under examination at Madam Pomfrey's.

The death of the chief is strange. There is no huge wound on the whole body, but there is no doubt that there is a gloomy atmosphere of black magic. Anything stained with black magic will not have a very beneficial effect. The two children have to come When I went to the medical department, I obediently accepted one spell after another to check my whole body.Catherine had been crying all the time, wiping away her tears with tender little hands, and her brown eyes were watery.Seeing death for the first time, the poor little girl couldn't help trembling all over, no matter how Madam Pomfrey comforted her, she couldn't stop.

On the contrary, Fleta, who was found by the professor and brought back to Hogwarts, did not react at all, as if he was too quiet, and at this time he was sitting on the hospital bed of the medical ward. The legs were hanging down and couldn't even touch the ground, and there was no expression on his face—in fact, this made Madam Pomfrey even more worried. She was afraid that the boy would see something and be traumatized. Cannot be cured by enchanted potions.

Madam Pomfrey hugged poor Catherine, raised her head and asked worriedly, "Mr. Hill, are you okay?"

Fleta lowered her eyes lightly, silently blinked for a while and nodded silently, as if she just came to her senses.This appearance made Pomfrey very distressed. She let go of Catherine and went up to hug the boy, but saw him raise his head and shook his head: "Ma'am, I'm fine."

"But you look awful, dear."

"I..." Fletta felt that there was no panic in his heart at this time, and what he insisted on saying was probably just cold, as if a hand made of ice gently grasped his internal organs, and moved towards him with some irrelevant strength. Pulling down. "I... just haven't seen... Ma'am, you know, I didn't realize that Mr. is dead, maybe I'm a little confused."

"Oh, of course you are." Madam Pomfrey frowned and nodded, "Not many children will encounter such a thing when you are so young. I think you need to take a good rest."

Fleta nodded, and the kind lady sighed when she saw that he didn't seem to be hurt and left.On the bed next to her, Miss Catherine was still crying. After all, she was only an 11-year-old girl. Fletta thought about jumping off her bed and ran to Catherine's side, and took her hand unquestionably. There is something in the palm of your hand.

Catherine cried out, sobbing and looking at her hand, it was another cherry toffee.Fletta's voice was very deep: "Listen, my friend. I like your brown eyes, because when you laugh they look as sweet as taffy, and your eyes are crying. Relax. ?"

Miraculously, Catherine's crying gradually stopped, and she looked at Fleta a little at a loss: "Fleta, aren't you afraid?"

Fear?To be honest, he feels very numb, doubtful, shocked, cautious, dazed, but there is no fear.Fletta shook her head: "Catherine, you are a strong girl, right? You are my guide, my good friend, and a very good person in my heart. I don't know everything yet, so I don't need to go to Worry, but if something really terrible happens, I'm a boy and I'll protect you."

Catherine stared into Fleta's light gray eyes for a while, and her sense of responsibility and strength was finally awakened.She felt that she was Fletta's guide and now his good friend, and she was the one who wanted to protect him. She must not be so weak!So the cute little girl wiped away her tears and nodded firmly.

The door of the medical department was pushed open, Fleta turned her head sharply and found that it was Dumbledore, Mr. Headmaster walked towards them with a heavy face, seeing the two little Slytherins who wanted to comfort him first Look at them, but first saw firmness and bravery in their eyes.

"Well, it seems that you are much better than I imagined. Severus' students have always been very stable." Dumbledore showed a smile on his face, and sat down beside them as if he was going to have a long talk .

"Professor, is Mr. Crouch really dead?" Fletta had seen Barty, it was a serious man, and Barty Crouch came when he was locked in the cage for the first time I have seen myself, the gentleman who faced himself as a "heterogeneous" seemed very repulsive, and he was always preoccupied.

"Unfortunately..." Dumbledore sighed deeply. He took out two chocolate frogs from his pocket and handed them to the children, while Catherine turned paler.

"Why? Professor, why did you kill him?" Catherine said in disbelief.

"Miss Emile, I'm sorry. There are not only good wizards in this world. Now Hogwarts is holding a very big competition. The school is not as safe as before. There are always some people with secrets in their hearts. Doing some very hidden things, for their special purpose." Dumbledore sighed deeply.

Fletta grabbed the chocolate frog that was jumping around. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the Quidditch World Cup before school started, the people wearing masks and black cloaks, the people fleeing and panicking in all directions, and the people in the sky. The mark made of skeletons and giant pythons.

"I hope this matter will not affect you. In fact, you are still children. The entire Hogwarts is obliged to protect the first-year freshmen. I have already concealed the fact that you met Mr. Crouch , I hope you can also understand." Fletta and Catherine nodded at the same time, he knew that the principal was doing this for their own good, and he was afraid that they would be involved in some terrible things.

"But...Mr. Crouch's death is a major event after all, and the Ministry of Magic will definitely announce it to the public. I also hope that you can calm down and witness that the danger is not terrible. What needs to be paid attention to is how to protect yourself from unknown dangers. "Dumbledore earnestly taught, "And, maybe the memory will make you uncomfortable, but did you see anything different at that time?"

Miss Catherine immediately shook her head and denied it, but Fleta hesitated.Under Dumbledore's suspicious eyes, the first-year Slytherin described his feelings with difficulty: "Professor, in fact, I feel a kind of malice around Mr. Crouch, which is an extremely crazy kind. It's like the murderer might want to kill him desperately, so that the black magic makes me feel... very cold."

Dumbledore was silent for several seconds, and finally his eyes under the half-moon-shaped glasses were a little blurry, and he didn't know what he thought of from Freita's words.Finally he let out a long sigh, as if extremely tired.Withered hands rubbed Fletta's silver-white hair, not knowing whether it was comfort or encouragement.

***

The principal gave the two little snakes a rare day off, allowing them to rest for a while to calm down their frightened hearts.

Although Fletta didn't think it was necessary, she nodded and thanked Catherine when she remembered how she was snotting and crying.The two of them walked out of the hospital side by side, and Catherine shrugged her shoulders to indicate that she wanted to go back to her dormitory first and change at least one set of clothes.

"Go, I'll take a walk outside." Freita smiled.

"Then... I'll accompany you."

"Why, aren't you tired already?"

"I, I'm afraid you will get lost." Catherine said seriously.

Fletta really laughed out loud, and finally he stretched out his hand to hug Catherine with tenderness in his eyes: "My good friend, thank you. I'm fine. I hope you can rest well at this moment."

Finally, under Fleta's final insistence, the responsible little witch nodded reluctantly and turned back.Fretta sighed softly. He felt that going back to the dark Slytherin cellar would not make his cold insides feel any better. Maybe it would be better to walk around and bask in the sun.

However, there will be no sunshine in the UK all year round, and cloudy days are the climate for most of the year.Hogwarts has just snowed not long ago, and the snow has not completely melted around. The mottled white is spread all over the courtyard, and some icicles barely remain on some branches, which can be heard as soon as the wind blows. The rustle fell hard.Fleta's breath condensed into mist in the air, and dissipated mistyly in the cold. The child seemed to find it amusing, and began to breathe into the air desperately.

After a while, Fletta felt a little lack of oxygen. He stumbled and supported a tree to stand firm, but because he leaned too hard, the residual snow on the branches fell off him like this.The brat didn't feel anything, but some snow fell into the collar of his clothes and it was so cold that he couldn't help shrinking his neck and laughing like a fool.He finally showed a relaxed smile. Although the death came suddenly and the melancholy and hesitation were lingering, he still had the right to be happy.Fleta grabbed some snow on the ground, squeezed a snowball, and threw it casually with a loud cry.

"Hey! Merlin! Oh..." A person was hit in the face by a snowball and let out a cry of pain.Fletta was shocked and knew that she had caused trouble, and without thinking about running away, she immediately ran over to see how the man was doing.

"Sorry! Are you okay! I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" Fletta knew immediately that she had caused trouble.

The man's eyes were covered by some snow. He rubbed his face vigorously and blinked. Although his whole face was flushed red by the snow, he didn't seem to be seriously injured.He opened his dark eyes and looked down at Fleta, raised one eyebrow and smiled but didn't mean to blame.The boy had habitual generosity and friendliness on his face, and his smile made Fletta feel as if he saw the sunshine in April even in the cloudy and snowy weather.

Fleta immediately recognized who this man was, the warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, Hufflepuff's prefect and pride.

— Cedric Diggory.

The author has something to say: Tell the truth

I really like children~~~~~

The little girl Catherine is not a bitch, she is really cute~~~The little angel type is also fried chicken strong~~ Lolita~~~~~~~(?﹃?)

Thinking of the soft little loli hugging the cute little Zhengtai's face, she said very seriously that I will protect you!

When there is danger, while being afraid and tearing up, while protecting Xiaozhengta behind her like a sister, the whole person is really cute.

By the way, Cedric Diggory is handsome...

At least there is no square face of a tender cow in Twilight, is it because you are still young?

My roommate even called it OK when they saw it. This guy is very handsome.

But Cedric...

Dan, a leading man in GossipGirl, has an ugly cabbage doll called that.

amount……

And the savior of Churk Bass (one of the GG male protagonists) is a very simple and ugly girl, who is the same actor as Fleur Delacour...

My roommate said blankly, is this the most beautiful girl in Harry Potter?Your aesthetics in the magic world is a bit low?

Me: ...Yeah yeah, the uptown girls in your GossipGirl are pretty.But serena, Blair, and Jenny (the heroine in GossipGirl) are all 18 bans.Our HP is a children's book, a girl like this in school is very beautiful, okay?Who knew Fu Rong would compete with Blair for her husband after graduation?I don't want this kind of thing to happen, that's enough...

I don't even know what we talked about...